Welll, ok so it's not baby weight. It's "I was lazy and like to eat junk" weight from before I was pregnant. While I was pregnant I was so proud of the fact that I didn't gain any weight, cause well, it's really hard not to. But now when people see me that don't really know me, I'd almost rather people think my excess weight is baby weight. Gaining weight from having a baby is more widely accepted than gaining weight because you're just lazy.
So since I became I stay at home mom, I've started tracking my calories again and working out. In a typical week I walk four days a week and play tennis two days. However summer tennis just ended, but I hope to start some indoor drills pretty soon. Since I quit my job I have lost almost 5 pounds, so a pretty consistent loss of 1-2 pounds a week (last week I had a one pound gain, grrr). But, after Em was born I lost 32 pounds, but I of course couldnt sustain it because I lost it due to nursing and not eating. So I gained most of it back, but not all so in total I've lost almost 11 pounds since my 38 week weight.
So I'm pretty proud of myself. One of the hardest things about losing weight is looking down that long road you have to go to get to your goal weight, but once you get a 5 or 10 pound loss behind you, its a lot easier to keep going. Tomorrow is my weigh in day so I am really hoping for a pound or two loss. I love Fridays....its weigh in and it's my cheat day. Though lately the entire weekend seems to be my cheat day. Luckily I am still fat enough that it doesn't really hurt me, haha. But once I start to get skinnier I have to be more strict. I hate when you look forward to weigh in all week, and then you have a bad weigh in and have to wait a whole 'nother week. Fingers crossed for good news!
Ive decided when I get skinny again I am going to buy myself a cute little tennis skirt. Some of the girls wear them at drills and they're all so cute. Fun colors and different styles. They are nothing like the ugly black pleated ones we had in high school. I hated the skirts back then....plus I thought I was fat back then. Ha! If only I had known, I would kill to be back at that weight. I don't even know what I weighed back then, maybe for shits and giggles I'll have my doctor look it up. Just so I have some idea of what weight I am capable of being. I wish I could go back in time and live my life with the realization that I wasn't fat then. I mean, I was athletic, I was never a stick thin girl, but never have I wanted to be.
We were going to do family pictures next month for Emily's six months pics, but I decided not to waste money on pics I will hate, so we're waiting until Christmas. By then I hope to have lost 20 pounds. Ill still have a ways to go, but maybe that will make enough difference to not loathe the pictures. Im excited about the new studio we're going to, my friend takes her kids there and she loves it. We went to JC Penny's last time, they were ok, the pics were nice, but I felt very rushed. We had to wait 30 minutes past our appointment time, so Em fell asleep and then was all groggy and non smiley for her pictures, and then we only got like 5 maybe 7 minutes. It also takes two weeks to get the pics back.
This other place gives a window of one to one and a half hours, they encourage a wardrobe change and you get to take most of your pics home with you that same day. My friend's aunt gave Emily this adorable dress so she's going to wear that for one pose, but we also want her pics with Kayla bear. Kayla bear is pretty fru-fru and would likely clash with most outfits so I think I'll put Emily in a simple pink onesie and maybe a simple headband. I think those will look fantastic.
The last couple days Emily has taken an interest in her tummy time toy, trying to grab it, eat it and knock it over. Today she was trying to grab the little animals, but they're ball shaped and everytime she would just barely reach it, she'd end up just knocking it away even further and she'd get pissed, it was really cute. Earlier she had a dirty diaper, I didn't catch it in time and she's technically grown out of her size 1 diapers, I just have a few left I want to use up before we switch to size 2. So it was all over, and I told her ewww you've got poop everywhere and she laughed. So I said poop again and she laughed again. So I said poop poop poop and she laughed even harder. Haha, my sweet baby is a 12 year old boy.
I know I will eat my words when it happens since she'll be into everything, but I cannot wait for her to crawl, I'm so excited. I'm so proud of everything she does, so I'll likely burst into proud mama tears when she crawls for the first time. I was watching her on the monitor tonight while she was trying to fall asleep and she almost rolled from back to tummy. I love watching her do new things, and I am so happy I get to be home to see them.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
My heart hurts
I don't post much anymore on the loss board because I just don't feel right. Now that I have Emily I kind of feel like I would be rubbing it in their faces for those moms that don't have their rainbow yet. But I do stop in often and read posts, and the one I read tonight broke my heart. A fellow loss mom who is grieving the loss of her twins ten months ago has now just lost another baby, a daughter at 19 weeks.
To go through it once is hell enough, I cannot even fathom going through it again. We still haven't decided if we will try for a third eventually or not, but that is one of the things stopping me, the idea of another loss. Even an early loss would stop me in my tracks; if we do decide to try again I just don't think I could keep going if we experienced another. Ryan doesn't think I have IC....based on the fact that they couldn't completely diagnose me with it with Kayla, and how well my cervix held up with Emily, he doesn't think I have it. Of course he is supportive of me being treated for it anyway should we decide to try again and get another cerclage, but that's his personal belief.
I on the other hand, hope I do have IC. If it wasn't IC, then it was the chorio. There is nothing that can be done about that. I know I made it through with Emily just fine, but they don't know how to prevent an infection. I mean, of course there are things that you can do, but if it was the chorio, I didn't do anything to bring it on. So it was just bum luck for lack of a better phrase. At least with IC I feel in control, the cerclage worked once so I would feel confident it would work again. And I know losing two babies to an infection would be pretty rare, but if I have learned anything from my support groups, it is that tragedy does not discriminate. It strikes where it wants to, regardless of whether it has struck before.
I just feel so terrible for that mama, I wish I could wave a magic wand and take her pain away. My heart has been very achey lately. I think maybe it is because the anniversary of my mom's death is approaching. For the first couple years, my body and mind just new it was coming, even if I wasn't consciously aware of what day it was. But that gradually went away....but I think with it being a big anniversary (10 years) and Kayla's loss still being pretty fresh and the roller coaster of emotions I went through this last year with Emily, my body can sense the anniversary this year.
A loss mom on my March board had this quote in her siggy, and I always thought it was beautiful.
"Dear Lord, I would have loved to have held my babies on my lap and tell them about You, but since I didn't get that chance, will You please hold them on Your lap and tell them about me?"
To go through it once is hell enough, I cannot even fathom going through it again. We still haven't decided if we will try for a third eventually or not, but that is one of the things stopping me, the idea of another loss. Even an early loss would stop me in my tracks; if we do decide to try again I just don't think I could keep going if we experienced another. Ryan doesn't think I have IC....based on the fact that they couldn't completely diagnose me with it with Kayla, and how well my cervix held up with Emily, he doesn't think I have it. Of course he is supportive of me being treated for it anyway should we decide to try again and get another cerclage, but that's his personal belief.
I on the other hand, hope I do have IC. If it wasn't IC, then it was the chorio. There is nothing that can be done about that. I know I made it through with Emily just fine, but they don't know how to prevent an infection. I mean, of course there are things that you can do, but if it was the chorio, I didn't do anything to bring it on. So it was just bum luck for lack of a better phrase. At least with IC I feel in control, the cerclage worked once so I would feel confident it would work again. And I know losing two babies to an infection would be pretty rare, but if I have learned anything from my support groups, it is that tragedy does not discriminate. It strikes where it wants to, regardless of whether it has struck before.
I just feel so terrible for that mama, I wish I could wave a magic wand and take her pain away. My heart has been very achey lately. I think maybe it is because the anniversary of my mom's death is approaching. For the first couple years, my body and mind just new it was coming, even if I wasn't consciously aware of what day it was. But that gradually went away....but I think with it being a big anniversary (10 years) and Kayla's loss still being pretty fresh and the roller coaster of emotions I went through this last year with Emily, my body can sense the anniversary this year.
A loss mom on my March board had this quote in her siggy, and I always thought it was beautiful.
"Dear Lord, I would have loved to have held my babies on my lap and tell them about You, but since I didn't get that chance, will You please hold them on Your lap and tell them about me?"
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
5 Months
Wow, being a stay at home mom is busier than I ever imagined, but I love it. This is my fourth week and I am just now getting to the point where I can consistently get everything done on my list for the day. I haven't even begun to think about starting any of my projects I wanted to do. I got everything done today but I was so lazy. Emily and I got up at 8, she had a bottle and I had breakfast and we would normally go for a walk but I was just so sleepy so she and I cuddled up on the couch and slept for a couple hours!
Then this evening she was fighting a nap so we took another hour and a half nap together. Snuggling with her is the absolute best part of my day. I could stare at her sleeping face all day, but I won't call her an angel. That bugs me when people call their living children angels....your children are here with you, I have a real angel in Heaven. Luckily yours are not angels.
So Emily is 5 months today. I know she's got a ways to go, but I'm panicking a little bit that she's almost halfway to a year. A year! How did that happen? She's already starting to look like a little girl to me instead of a baby. It's so unfair how short of a time they look like a baby. She is literally growing up before my eyes, learning something new almost daily. She can blow raspberries now, the other day I put her down on her tummy, I turned around for a few seconds and turned back just in time to see her flop onto her back! One proud mama here! And I am so glad she did tummy to back first because I had this fear of her getting stuck on her tummy and not being able to get back.
But now she thinks she can outsmart me, I put her down for tummy time the other day and she said nope, and flipped over, lol. She's gonna be a sassy one. When I am feeding her or snuggling with her Vinny (our cat) will often say me too me too and climb on up. Up until then Emmy had ignored the cats, but he suddenly caught her eye so she "petted" him for a bit. I use the term pet very loosly, more like grabbed his fur and pulled. I kept telling her gentle but I don't see how you can possibly teach a baby that this young. Vinny did well though, he just put up with it. The cats have been really getting on my nerves lately so I am glad he passed his first test, we'll keep them a while longer I suppose, jk.
She also smiles and laughs all the time now, it's so adorable. And I can tell she is recognizing us now. When someone else has her and she sees me she has this look on her face like oh whew, there she is. Ugh, it makes my heart soar. She's been making attempts at holding her own bottle, but just today she did really well with holding it up so she can get the milk when it's getting low. Before that she would hold it but then let it fall and I'd have to tip it up for her. I'd say another couple weeks and she'll be an expert at it. She likes my singing....when she is having troubles sleeping I will sing to her....my own made up version of mockingbird (I can never remember the real lyrics so I made some up) Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and You are my Sunshine. Now, I don't sing well....like at all, but Em loves it. For her last nap today she was having troubles settling down so I sang to her and she immediately stopped fidgeting, stared at me and kept smiling. It was so adorable.
So twice now in the last couple weeks I've worked up the guts to say Emily is our first living child when asked if she is our first. The first time was the service manager at the dealership. I am not sure why I decided to say it to him, I don't know, I guess he looked like a nice guy. Or maybe because he told me her remembers those days when I asked how much longer my car would take because I hadn't packed her any bottles since I thought we would be in and out. So anyway, when I said she is our first living he smiled and said congratulations. Last night at tennis a woman asked me and I said it again and she said first living....oh that's hard. So she got it and didn't press any further.
I don't mind talking about Kayla, I want to help break the silence, but at the same time I also don't mind when they don't press it and I think saying she is our first living is the perfect way to say it. They get it, but they don't inquire further and I don't have to feel terrible, like I am not acknowledging Kayla. Since I said it the first time I have regressed a couple times and said yes she is our first, but I am making progress I think. I am not always going to be in the right mood or situation to want to share that, but I think if I can tell the truth at least now and again that will make me feel a lot better about it.
I missed Kayla a lot last night. Yesterday was nothing special, and I know people who haven't been through it won't get it. I have Emily now, why wouldn't I be content with that? It's so hard to explain, but it's just a very tangible feeling of something missing. I have two daughters, and one of them isn't here. Of course a mother can feel that absence.
Speaking of, our Kayla Bear (Molly Bear) came the other day. She is perfect, I love her. She's a lot tinier than I realized she would be, but our Kayla was tiny so it's perfect. Here she is....
Then this evening she was fighting a nap so we took another hour and a half nap together. Snuggling with her is the absolute best part of my day. I could stare at her sleeping face all day, but I won't call her an angel. That bugs me when people call their living children angels....your children are here with you, I have a real angel in Heaven. Luckily yours are not angels.
So Emily is 5 months today. I know she's got a ways to go, but I'm panicking a little bit that she's almost halfway to a year. A year! How did that happen? She's already starting to look like a little girl to me instead of a baby. It's so unfair how short of a time they look like a baby. She is literally growing up before my eyes, learning something new almost daily. She can blow raspberries now, the other day I put her down on her tummy, I turned around for a few seconds and turned back just in time to see her flop onto her back! One proud mama here! And I am so glad she did tummy to back first because I had this fear of her getting stuck on her tummy and not being able to get back.
But now she thinks she can outsmart me, I put her down for tummy time the other day and she said nope, and flipped over, lol. She's gonna be a sassy one. When I am feeding her or snuggling with her Vinny (our cat) will often say me too me too and climb on up. Up until then Emmy had ignored the cats, but he suddenly caught her eye so she "petted" him for a bit. I use the term pet very loosly, more like grabbed his fur and pulled. I kept telling her gentle but I don't see how you can possibly teach a baby that this young. Vinny did well though, he just put up with it. The cats have been really getting on my nerves lately so I am glad he passed his first test, we'll keep them a while longer I suppose, jk.
She also smiles and laughs all the time now, it's so adorable. And I can tell she is recognizing us now. When someone else has her and she sees me she has this look on her face like oh whew, there she is. Ugh, it makes my heart soar. She's been making attempts at holding her own bottle, but just today she did really well with holding it up so she can get the milk when it's getting low. Before that she would hold it but then let it fall and I'd have to tip it up for her. I'd say another couple weeks and she'll be an expert at it. She likes my singing....when she is having troubles sleeping I will sing to her....my own made up version of mockingbird (I can never remember the real lyrics so I made some up) Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and You are my Sunshine. Now, I don't sing well....like at all, but Em loves it. For her last nap today she was having troubles settling down so I sang to her and she immediately stopped fidgeting, stared at me and kept smiling. It was so adorable.
So twice now in the last couple weeks I've worked up the guts to say Emily is our first living child when asked if she is our first. The first time was the service manager at the dealership. I am not sure why I decided to say it to him, I don't know, I guess he looked like a nice guy. Or maybe because he told me her remembers those days when I asked how much longer my car would take because I hadn't packed her any bottles since I thought we would be in and out. So anyway, when I said she is our first living he smiled and said congratulations. Last night at tennis a woman asked me and I said it again and she said first living....oh that's hard. So she got it and didn't press any further.
I don't mind talking about Kayla, I want to help break the silence, but at the same time I also don't mind when they don't press it and I think saying she is our first living is the perfect way to say it. They get it, but they don't inquire further and I don't have to feel terrible, like I am not acknowledging Kayla. Since I said it the first time I have regressed a couple times and said yes she is our first, but I am making progress I think. I am not always going to be in the right mood or situation to want to share that, but I think if I can tell the truth at least now and again that will make me feel a lot better about it.
I missed Kayla a lot last night. Yesterday was nothing special, and I know people who haven't been through it won't get it. I have Emily now, why wouldn't I be content with that? It's so hard to explain, but it's just a very tangible feeling of something missing. I have two daughters, and one of them isn't here. Of course a mother can feel that absence.
Speaking of, our Kayla Bear (Molly Bear) came the other day. She is perfect, I love her. She's a lot tinier than I realized she would be, but our Kayla was tiny so it's perfect. Here she is....
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Oh missed nap time, how I loathe thee
I have many favorite things about being a mom, one of them is seeing before my eyes how quickly Em learns new things, or masters things she was learning just a few days or weeks ago. I think one of my least favorite, is
a cranky overtired baby. We went to my cousins' baby shower today and it started at 11:30 and as long as we sleep in a little like we did today, she takes her first nap around noon.
She slept a bit on the way there, it was about a 30 minute drive, and she slept a little in my stepmom's arms at the shower, but any amount of sleep in a non super comfortable position might as well be little to no sleep. She's perfectly comfortable sleeping in the carseat or someone's arms, but my girl likes to stretch, so I don't think she gets a real quality sleep. And the noise in the room didn't bother her, she can sleep through a nuclear bomb if she wanted to (she gets that from her daddy, I was putting furniture together last night just a few feet away from him and he never even flinched, even when I was hammering) but with all of those new people to look at and the presents and the decor of the room, it was a lot of stimulation.
So we headed home around 2:30, we stopped at the cemetery first since we were out that way and I took her to her grandma's grave and her great grandma and great grandpa's graves. She's been out there a couple of times already but she's always been sleeping, so today was the first time she got out of the car and I took her to the graves. We got home around three, and all afternoon I tried to get her to sleep again but no go. She and I did fall asleep on the couch for about 30 minutes but then she woke up crying so I gave her a bottle around 7 and she fell asleep in my arms.....sleeping so soundly and peaceful, but as soon as I put her down she woke up. So then I tried her in our bed, thinking maybe just a different atmosphere might help....nope. But she seemed content so I tried making dinner, but we had another plastic bowl vs. the stove incident....long story. I decided cooking dinner in a stove where plastic just melted may not be the best idea, so I was going to go out and pick up dinner.
I was hitting a drive thru, so I decided to take her with me and go for a bit of a drive first to get her to sleep. Between the drive and the long wait to get the food, we must have been out for about 45 minutes to an hour. I have a loaner car from the dealership right now so I don't have a mirror to see her in the backseat, but as we pulled in the driveway she was quiet. I got out, opened her door and bam, she's staring at me with her big doe eyes. Ahhhhh! Why is this child not sleeping yet?
So I let her play in her activity mat while we ate dinner, then she was fussing for a bottle again so I fed her and finally, blissful sleep. She did wake up some when I put her down but she was able to entertain herself peacefully for a few minutes until she fell back to sleep. This was after 9pm. Good God I thought she would never go to sleep tonight. Not all that late, but considering I had been trying to get her to take a good nap since 3pm it felt like forever.
So back to my favorites.....she's doing so much better on her tummy time. She's still not a huge fan, but I got her a new toy that plays music and lights up that she can watch during TT and she's now up on her forearms instead of face planting and squealing around on the floor. She can even wiggle, kinda of like the same motion a snake might do to make herself move; I think she might crawl around 6 months. We'll see. I can't wait for it, but I can. I'm so excited to see her crawl, I'm so proud of everything she does, but then she'll be mobile, and I can't run downstairs and put in a load of laundry and come back and find her in the same spot once that happens.
She's doing really well with standing, she rarely even has to sit anymore. As long as I am holding her hands, she likes to stand for quite a while. I usually stand her on my lap, or on the couch in front of me, so the other day I bent over and held her hands while she stood on the floor. It was sooooo cute seeing her standing on the floor, she looked so tiny way down there and it looked funny for a baby of her age to be standing on the floor.
She also really likes her paci at naps and bedtime. She doesn't always keep it in but it helps relax her so she can fall asleep, and honestly I don't give a crap about breaking the habit later on. She's only allowed her paci for sleeping and I think it's pretty natural to need things to help get you comfortable to sleep. I cannot sleep without some kind of white noise. She only really likes her tommee tippee pacis. She's so funny, she likes to pull it out, and then try to get it back in. She hasn't quite mastered getting it back in yet, she always end up putting it in sideways and chews on the plastic around it. When she pulls it out, she clearly wants it out but she's still holding on tight with her mouth, so it "pops" when she yanks it out. It reminds me of the baby on The Simpsons.
In some ways I miss the newborn stage a little. She was so tiny and adorable...but she's still adorable but she is much more fun now. She laughs and smiles all the time, her personality is starting to show through. Nothing makes me happier than seeing that smile or hearing her laugh. During diaper changes I give her raspberries on her tummy, and I act like I'm going to bite her neck and I keep switching sides and she just laughs and laughs, it's so freaking adorable. When she hasn't seen me for a while, like in the morning when I go in to get her I am greeted by a big smile. One of these days my heart is just going to explode!
a cranky overtired baby. We went to my cousins' baby shower today and it started at 11:30 and as long as we sleep in a little like we did today, she takes her first nap around noon.
She slept a bit on the way there, it was about a 30 minute drive, and she slept a little in my stepmom's arms at the shower, but any amount of sleep in a non super comfortable position might as well be little to no sleep. She's perfectly comfortable sleeping in the carseat or someone's arms, but my girl likes to stretch, so I don't think she gets a real quality sleep. And the noise in the room didn't bother her, she can sleep through a nuclear bomb if she wanted to (she gets that from her daddy, I was putting furniture together last night just a few feet away from him and he never even flinched, even when I was hammering) but with all of those new people to look at and the presents and the decor of the room, it was a lot of stimulation.
So we headed home around 2:30, we stopped at the cemetery first since we were out that way and I took her to her grandma's grave and her great grandma and great grandpa's graves. She's been out there a couple of times already but she's always been sleeping, so today was the first time she got out of the car and I took her to the graves. We got home around three, and all afternoon I tried to get her to sleep again but no go. She and I did fall asleep on the couch for about 30 minutes but then she woke up crying so I gave her a bottle around 7 and she fell asleep in my arms.....sleeping so soundly and peaceful, but as soon as I put her down she woke up. So then I tried her in our bed, thinking maybe just a different atmosphere might help....nope. But she seemed content so I tried making dinner, but we had another plastic bowl vs. the stove incident....long story. I decided cooking dinner in a stove where plastic just melted may not be the best idea, so I was going to go out and pick up dinner.
I was hitting a drive thru, so I decided to take her with me and go for a bit of a drive first to get her to sleep. Between the drive and the long wait to get the food, we must have been out for about 45 minutes to an hour. I have a loaner car from the dealership right now so I don't have a mirror to see her in the backseat, but as we pulled in the driveway she was quiet. I got out, opened her door and bam, she's staring at me with her big doe eyes. Ahhhhh! Why is this child not sleeping yet?
So I let her play in her activity mat while we ate dinner, then she was fussing for a bottle again so I fed her and finally, blissful sleep. She did wake up some when I put her down but she was able to entertain herself peacefully for a few minutes until she fell back to sleep. This was after 9pm. Good God I thought she would never go to sleep tonight. Not all that late, but considering I had been trying to get her to take a good nap since 3pm it felt like forever.
So back to my favorites.....she's doing so much better on her tummy time. She's still not a huge fan, but I got her a new toy that plays music and lights up that she can watch during TT and she's now up on her forearms instead of face planting and squealing around on the floor. She can even wiggle, kinda of like the same motion a snake might do to make herself move; I think she might crawl around 6 months. We'll see. I can't wait for it, but I can. I'm so excited to see her crawl, I'm so proud of everything she does, but then she'll be mobile, and I can't run downstairs and put in a load of laundry and come back and find her in the same spot once that happens.
She's doing really well with standing, she rarely even has to sit anymore. As long as I am holding her hands, she likes to stand for quite a while. I usually stand her on my lap, or on the couch in front of me, so the other day I bent over and held her hands while she stood on the floor. It was sooooo cute seeing her standing on the floor, she looked so tiny way down there and it looked funny for a baby of her age to be standing on the floor.
She also really likes her paci at naps and bedtime. She doesn't always keep it in but it helps relax her so she can fall asleep, and honestly I don't give a crap about breaking the habit later on. She's only allowed her paci for sleeping and I think it's pretty natural to need things to help get you comfortable to sleep. I cannot sleep without some kind of white noise. She only really likes her tommee tippee pacis. She's so funny, she likes to pull it out, and then try to get it back in. She hasn't quite mastered getting it back in yet, she always end up putting it in sideways and chews on the plastic around it. When she pulls it out, she clearly wants it out but she's still holding on tight with her mouth, so it "pops" when she yanks it out. It reminds me of the baby on The Simpsons.
In some ways I miss the newborn stage a little. She was so tiny and adorable...but she's still adorable but she is much more fun now. She laughs and smiles all the time, her personality is starting to show through. Nothing makes me happier than seeing that smile or hearing her laugh. During diaper changes I give her raspberries on her tummy, and I act like I'm going to bite her neck and I keep switching sides and she just laughs and laughs, it's so freaking adorable. When she hasn't seen me for a while, like in the morning when I go in to get her I am greeted by a big smile. One of these days my heart is just going to explode!
Friday, August 1, 2014
My new job
Well, I've fallen a bit behind I see. I completed my first week as a stay at home mom, and I have to say, I am exhausted. I never worked this hard at work and I don't have much free time for the computer....at work all I did was sit in front of a computer, so I had more time for computer related shenanigans. Plus I just sat all day whereas now I am on my feet most of the day, so it's definitely a change, but I like it, and I love being home with Em all day. She's so much fun, we laugh and smile all day.
I didn't stick to my schedule very well all week, but that's because I kind of had to start from scratch with cleaning. I couldn't do some of the cleaning stuff on my schedule because I had to clean up clutter and get a little more organized first. But I think after next week things will run a little smoother and I'll get into the swing of things better.
But I've been mostly getting up at a decent time, I've worked out every day except today, some days twice when I have tennis in addition to my walk/run and the house is looking better and better every day. I went to Ikea with my SIL the other day and got a few things to help get more organized. Hopefully soon once the house is more organized and takes less time to clean I can start working on my projects I want to do.
So I had thought excessive hair loss was my least liked post partum thing, but it's definitely the foot pain. If google can be trusted, PP foot pain is a thing, and not a bunch of women whose feet hurt and attribute it to PP. It's tolerable if I am up and walking, but when I first get out of bed in the morning it's like every bone and tendon hurts, and my heels feel bruised. This also happens when I get up after being off my feet for a little while. I read that some hormone relaxes the tendons but when not used for a while they stiffen up and that's why it hurts. I really hope this goes away soon, it's agony and I hobble for the first few minutes. It's real attractive.
I took my car in to the dealership today to have a few things fixed and got a loaner car while it's there, a new Malibu. It's really nice, and ahhhh, it's got the new car smell. But I do not miss driving a car. It's so much harder to get her carseat in and out, and getting the stroller in and out of the trunk is a pain. Plus I like being able to just get out at standing level rather than climbing up and out of the car. It's fun to drive something new, but I'll be happy to get my Equinox back. I know for sure that I won't be going back to a car anytime soon, or at least not until I don't have any more children in a carseat.
I didn't stick to my schedule very well all week, but that's because I kind of had to start from scratch with cleaning. I couldn't do some of the cleaning stuff on my schedule because I had to clean up clutter and get a little more organized first. But I think after next week things will run a little smoother and I'll get into the swing of things better.
But I've been mostly getting up at a decent time, I've worked out every day except today, some days twice when I have tennis in addition to my walk/run and the house is looking better and better every day. I went to Ikea with my SIL the other day and got a few things to help get more organized. Hopefully soon once the house is more organized and takes less time to clean I can start working on my projects I want to do.
So I had thought excessive hair loss was my least liked post partum thing, but it's definitely the foot pain. If google can be trusted, PP foot pain is a thing, and not a bunch of women whose feet hurt and attribute it to PP. It's tolerable if I am up and walking, but when I first get out of bed in the morning it's like every bone and tendon hurts, and my heels feel bruised. This also happens when I get up after being off my feet for a little while. I read that some hormone relaxes the tendons but when not used for a while they stiffen up and that's why it hurts. I really hope this goes away soon, it's agony and I hobble for the first few minutes. It's real attractive.
I took my car in to the dealership today to have a few things fixed and got a loaner car while it's there, a new Malibu. It's really nice, and ahhhh, it's got the new car smell. But I do not miss driving a car. It's so much harder to get her carseat in and out, and getting the stroller in and out of the trunk is a pain. Plus I like being able to just get out at standing level rather than climbing up and out of the car. It's fun to drive something new, but I'll be happy to get my Equinox back. I know for sure that I won't be going back to a car anytime soon, or at least not until I don't have any more children in a carseat.
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